Archive for the 'Feminism's Bloody Aftermath' Category

Avant Garde
Monday, January 16th, 2006

“Hi B! I know it’s been a while, I just wanted to say Happy New Year and congratulations!
“Hi O, thanks, nice to hear from you. Happy New Year to you too.”
“Wow, a new baby, that’s so fantastic. How is D liking his new little brother?”
“Well he’s taking some time adjusting. We’re in the middle [...]

Casting That Stone
Saturday, July 16th, 2005

In a rare burst of self-improvement, I’m making an effort to be less judgmental. Really, I mean it. I realize that the human propensity for passing judgment on every act of our peers is one of our most repulsive communal traits. The only thing foiling my attempts is that I truly believe that I know [...]

Purge
Tuesday, June 21st, 2005

Someone on my floor has been throwing up her meals. I don’t know who, but the frequency with which it happens rules out any possibility of stomach flu or morning sickness. I have not a sliver of doubt that the woman is both an attorney and an experienced purger – she hides it well, normally [...]